(19) Though when I lov'd thee
I
Though when I lov'd thee thou wert fair,
Thou art no longer so;
Those glories all the pride they wear
Unto opinion owe;
Beauties, like stars in borrow'd lustre shine,
And 'twas my love that gave thee thine.
II
The flames that dwelt within thine eye,
Do now, with mine, expire;
Thy brightest Graces fade and die
At once with my desire;
Loves fires thus mutual influence return,
Thine cease to shine, when mine to burn.
III
Then (proud Celinda) hope no more
To be implor'd or woo'd;
Since by thy scorn thou dost restore
The wealth my love bestow'd;
And thy despis'd Disdain too late shall find
That none are fair but who are kind.